Teaching The Teacher

Teaching The Teacher – Part II

By James Pendergrass

Copyright 2010 – All Rights Reserved

Saturday, September 14th --

Lori and I had a decent afternoon at Crystal Lake.  We did some swimming.  Lori looked incredible in her pink, two-piece bikini.  It took my mind off my troubles for a few hours, even though it also got me all hot and bothered.  She has an absolutely perfect body.  There's no other way to describe it.  I could see all the other guys staring at her and it made me proud.  I swear that Girl has no idea what she does to me.

Afterwards we had a bite to eat at the mall.  Lori seemed in good spirits today.  She was really warm and caring.  I love when she gets like that.  It felt like it's been a while.  During dessert, she took my hand and asked me if anything was wrong.  I swear Women have a sixth sense.  It didn't seem like I was letting on about my troubles at work with that crazy fucking psycho bitch, Talia.  I had to reassure Lori that everything was fine.  Having a chance to kiss her cheek at the end of the date made it all worthwhile.

Monday, September 16th --

Oh my God.  I can't believe what is happening to me.  Oddly enough, I guess it's not all bad.  I have no idea why, but somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind, a few of my brain cells find the whole thing perversely erotic.  But the rest of me is like No No No NO NO!  Why did I ever have to cross paths with Talia Yount?  I think she is half insane.  Even if she isn't crazy, she's a total man-hater.  But rather than overload you with my opinions about this chick and the way she is bullying me (what the %$#@!!%$?), I will simply state the facts and you the phantom reader (since nobody will ever read this but me) make your own decisions about her.

Talia was waiting in the gymnasium when I arrived at 7:02.  I suppose she chose the gym because it's usually quiet an hour before school and we could always say we were shooting hoops or something.  I have to admit Talia looked good.  She wore a white cotton t-shirt and an orange skirt (Venus bulge in full effect), along with Keds that were formerly white, but she had taken a paint brush to, and had all these funky colors.  She had her hair in pigtails, which I had never seen before.  It worked for her.  Her arms were folded.

Without even saying hello, she said, "So what did you decide?"

The truth was I hadn't decided anything.  I launched into a disjointed two-minute speech about how I was very sorry and it wouldn't happen again and could she please just let this one go.  I had learned my lesson.

"You're wasting your breath," she said.

"Please, Talia.  Can't you be reasonable?"

"I'm being completely reasonable," she said, tapping her shoe idly on the floor.  "I've given you three potential options.  I don't know what else you could ask for."

I don't know why but I completely lost it.  "FUCK YOU," I said.  "WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU.  FUCKING DIE!"

And would you believe, Talia broke into a smile and turned and headed to the door.  "I guess I have to make the decision for you."

"Wait, Talia," I said.  "I take it back. 

She stopped and returned to where she had been standing before.  This time she had her hands on her hips.  "Look, James, you're out of control.  And if you think I have any sympathy for you, you're mistaken.  I knew you weren't sincere and your childish outburst confirms it.  Now you have ten seconds to make your decision, or I need to do what I think is right."

I hemmed and hawed, while Talia began tapping her foot again.

"Five seconds," she said.

"FINE," I said, exasperated.  "I'll wear a male chastity belt."

Talia smiled.  "I think at some point down the road you'll realize you made the right decision, James."

"This sucks.”

"Look," she said.  "I'm going to have to ask that you not use profanity in my presence."

"Okay," I said, suddenly feeling exhausted, my eyes glazing over as I stared idly at the foul line on the basketball court.

"Tell me, James -- and look at me when I talk to you please -- did you do your homework this weekend?"

"Huh?"

"Did you do some research on male chastity belts?"

"Yeah."

"Then you know you need to be properly fitted."  She reached into her pocketbook and handed me a piece of paper.  It had an address on it.  "That's my address," she said.  Meet me there at four today.  If you aren't there by 4:01, I have Karen Johnson's phone number and she'll be getting a call.  Understand?"

"Yeah."

"Say 'yes', James.  Even the young people in my classroom say yes."

I couldn't believe this.  Talia appeared to be somehow enjoying this.  I probably shouldn't have been surprised.  "Yes."

My surprise was about to turn to shock, as Talia cleared her throat and took a step toward me.

"James, I know you're bullshit about this whole thing, but here's some advice and I would really encourage you take it seriously.  Are you listening?"

"Yes."

"Good.  It's time for you to open your mind to the possibility that this may actually be a positive for you.  Your male ego has caused you to stop thinking rationally.  I'm going to help you defeat your male ego so that the real James can take its place."

I shook my head and rolled my eyes.  “Whatever.”

"Just wait a second," Talia said, for the first time showing a rare hint of physical irritation, which was odd considering she didn't appear irritated when I told her to fuck off and die.  "This is going to happen whether you like it or not," she said.  "Most Women in my position would just ignore you, but I don’t operate that way.  I want this to be a learning experience for you."

"How come you're allowed to swear and I'm not?" I said.

“Because I act like an adult and you act like a child," she said, not missing a beat.  "Now James, I suggest you begin trusting me and stop coming to knee-jerk conclusions about everything.  It will make this a whole lot less painful for you."  She glanced at her Swatch.  "I have to go."

All day long I couldn't get her words out of my head:

-Did you do your homework this weekend?

-This is going to happen whether you like it or not.

-Your male ego has caused you to stop thinking rationally.  I'm going to help you defeat your male ego so that the real James can take its place.

For the rest of the school day I pictured Talia standing there in her little skirt, telling me what was what, with that snobbish little monotone.  And it made me so mad, while at the same time I had to teach class behind my desk, so nobody could see my constant erection.  I lied to my class and told them I pulled a hamstring.

Talia lived in a decent apartment building in a semi-decent neighborhood.  I will say that she did a nice job decorating the place.  She must have taken a trip to Asia or Africa because there were all these sculptures of various Zulu and Indian shit.  She also had your basic living room equipped with a couch, coffee table and a small, conventional television.  When I arrived, she had changed into those jeans shorts and a pink cotton t-shirt.  Her pigtails were gone and her natty hair hung down to her shoulders.  She was barefoot. 

"This won't take long," she said.  "Come in." 

I had calmed some since this morning.  Much of my anger had been replaced by excitement.  But I was and am still bitter.

"How do you know I won't murder you?" I said rather lamely.

Talia laughed.  "I'm a good judge of character, James, especially male character.  I think you have some unhealthy rage, but nothing dangerous.  You know the difference between right and wrong.  Otherwise I wouldn’t even bother with you.  Does that make sense?”

It felt good to hear a compliment.  “I think so,”

Hang on.  I'll be right back."  She turned and bounded off into the other room, giving me a chance to admire that tight little ass.

She returned with a small footstool.  "Okay, James," she said.  "Stand on the footstool and drop your pants and underpants.”

“Huh?”

“How else do you think I’m going to measure you for a chastity belt?  I need to take a couple of measurements.  Then you can go."

She turned and went off into her kitchen, which was actually part of her living room.  I saw her grab a flexible tape measure off the counter.  My heart dropped.  Other than my mother way back when, I had never been naked in front of a female that wasn't a prostitute of some kind.

"What are you waiting for?" she said, not unkindly, approaching me and putting her hands on my hips.  "Want me to do it for you?"

Something about her touching my hips caused a tingle in my groin.  To my great dismay, I felt myself begin to grow in my trousers.  "No,” I said hoarsely.  “I can do it."

Talia let go of my hips and took a step back, holding the tape measure and facing me expectantly.

I reluctantly reached for the button to my trousers. 

"Come on," she said.  "I won't bite you.  Let's get this over with."

Down went my pants.  Down went my underpants.  Out popped my dick.  It was semi-hard and growing rapidly.  Fortunately it was slightly obscured by my shirttails.  For reasons unknown, I sucked in my groin so that my dick could hide momentarily behind the shirttails. 

Talia stepped forward, placing her hand on my inner-thigh, her fingertips tickling me subtly.  "Pull your shirttails up please."

It was like an electric shock when she touched me.  The blood rushed even faster to my dick.  And now I realized I had no place to hide.  By the time I pulled up my shirttails, Talia had a perfect view of my 90% hard dick, as well as the rapid transition to 95%, then 100% hard. 

"Sorry," I said, almost involuntarily.

"Sorry for what?" she said, glancing up at me and smiling deeply.  Under different circumstances it was a smile that might have melted my heart.  "Relax, James, I've seen penises before.  It's not a big deal."  I could see a tiny flush in her cheeks.  It made me wonder.

"No, I mean about the, uh, hardness."

"You mean the erection?  It's to be expected."  Her smile went away and her hand slid out and cupped my balls.  She tugged gently downward until my dick was facing at a 90-degree angle.  I gasped.  She held me there and appeared to be thinking. 

"Hmm, you know what.  I want you to hold your scrotum the way I'm holding it," she said.  "So your penis points straight out."

She released me and I hurried to replace her hand, while at the same time keep my shirttails hiked up.  She put her hands on her hips and waited patiently.

When I had complied with her request, she measured my penis.  "Four and 3/4 inches," she said.  "When erect," she added, writing it down on a piece of paper on her coffee table. 

I thought I was at least five inches!  Ugh.  Fortunately, Talia didn't seem to be a size queen.  She then measured the girth of my dick, both at the base and just beneath the head.  When she wrapped the tape around the head, I gasped with uncontrollable pleasure.  Talia said nothing.  She merely jotted down the numbers on her paper.  Lastly, she slid the tape measure beneath my balls and measured the circumference of the base of my genitals, the part that connected my organs to my pelvis. 

"Okay, we're done," she said.  "Get dressed."

I felt an odd sense of disappointment as I dressed.  My balls were also bluer than the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. 

"Oh, before you go, I need your credit card number," she said.  Then, "Relax, James.  I don't need your money.  I have everything I want.  Your credit card is so that you can pay for the chastity belt.  It's a little over $200.  Not cheap, but well worth it." 

Something about the inflection of her voice made me believe her, so I gave her my credit card and watched as she put in the order.

"It's totally sanitary," she said.  "Top of the line.  100% reliable."

I wondered what reliable meant, but I kept silent. 

"Okay, we're finished for now.  The belt will arrive in a week.  You can go," she said evenly.

For some reason, I wanted more.  "Don't you need a measurement when I'm flaccid?" I said, noting that I was temporarily flaccid and I wanted her to handle me again.

"No.  It's much more important to get an erect measurement.  And I have that.  A little under five inches.  They have math tables to indicate flaccid length." 

As I shuffled my feet to the door, I wondered why she had to describe the length of my dick again.

"James," her voice stopped me, and there she was right up in my grill.

"You made a good decision.  This is going to be a positive thing for you in terms of behavior modification."

"It wasn't MY effing decision," I said.

"Don't raise your voice at me," she said, raising her own voice slightly, and pointing her finger threateningly at me (and I felt threatened).  She paused and let her words sink in before clearing her throat.  Now she spoke with a softness, the way she might address one of her kindergartners.  "You're right, it wasn't your decision, James, but it is going to produce good results.  I'm going to put a stop to a lot of your bad habits.  Believe it or not, in the end you're going to thank me."

"I doubt it," I said, once again seething at the way Talia spoke down to me.  Behavior Modification!  A 24-year-old crunchy hippy chick talking to me about behavior modification and putting a stop to my bad habits.  Now I'm fucking furious again.

Now that I finished writing this, I feel myself alternating between anger and excitement.  The emotions are so confusing.  Maybe I'm wrong about Talia.  I don't really know what to think anymore.   

INTERLUDE

Tuesday, September 17th.  At The Nicest Restaurant in the Mall

Lori:  It's so great to finally meet you, Talia.  Cute outfit.  So funky.

Talia: [smiling] I'm not sure if funky is a compliment or not, but thanks.

Lori: No, honey, it's absolutely a compliment.  It's not my personal style, but you look great.  I love your blouse...you have a quirky sensibility, but you're quite feminine, I think.  Quite lovely.  I can see why James was interested.   

Talia:  Thank you.  That means something, coming from someone as gorgeous as you.  I mean -- you're beautiful.

Lori:  Aw thanks.  You're too sweet.

(The waiter arrives.  The Ladies order iced tea and salads)

Lori:  So I wanted to formally thank you for everything you're doing.  I've been doing some research, looking at some of those websites you recommended...and it's a whole new world.  I had no idea that sort of stuff went on.  It's really opened my eyes.

Talia:  Good, I'm so glad to hear that.  Just looking at you, I have no doubts whatsoever that you can make the rules in your relationship with James.  You have a natural air of authority.

Lori:  Really?  Do you think so?

Talia:  From what you told me, you already do make the rules, subtly.  Soon it will be much less subtle.

Lori:  I have to say, I'm pretty nervous about the next steps.  But at the same time I find myself intrigued.

Talia:  I'm so glad to hear that.  We'll move slowly.  I want you to be totally comfortable with what happens.  As far as I'm concerned, you're calling the shots here. 

Lori: [placing her hand on Talia's hand] That's really sweet.  But look, hon, if it's okay with you, I think you should call the shots for the time being.  It's abundantly clear you know what you're doing.  I completely support the plan you outlined on the phone last night.

Talia:  Are you sure?  Don't get me wrong, I'm totally happy to do it that way.  I do have to admit James has the potential to be the perfect subject.  I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to the process, but as soon as you want to step in, just give me the word.

Lori:  I will.  Don't worry.  And I do think that time will come.  There are so many aspects of this that interest me.  I just need a little more time to do more research and come up with my own plan of how to take charge of James.

Talia:  That's completely reasonable.  A Girl needs to do things at her own pace.

Lori:  I know, right?

Talia:  So, I'll take care of getting him locked away.  And I'll hold the key.  I'll do the first few weeks of training, or longer if need be.  And we can keep an open line of communication as things progress. 

Lori:  Perfect.  You know, I have to say, you're a complete badass.

Talia: (Laughing) I've never been called that before, but thanks.

Lori:  I’ve never called anyone that before.  Not sure what’s gotten into me.  Seriously though, it's so nice to meet such a confident young Woman who does exactly what she wants to do.  So many of my gal pals are off getting married, having kids, and being obedient, Stepford wives.  It never felt right to me.  And now I feel as though I’ve been shown the light. 

Talia: It was only a matter of time.  If it wasn't me, you would have discovered it on your own.

Lori: (nodding her head) You're probably right about that. (anticipatory sigh)  This is going to be so great!

Talia: I'm looking forward to it.  It is somewhat personal because of the way he conducted himself initially toward me. (straightens back, and sits up.  Her voice becomes slightly deeper and more determined) I'm going to make an example of him, and change his life forever.  It feels good to say that and know it's true.  And it's good to know that I'm playing a tiny role in changing the world for the better.  I really, truly believe that.

(The Drinks Arrive)

Lori: (holding up her glass)  Here's to....The Fall....of James. (giggles)

Talia: (Laughs) Perfect.  To the fall of James.  Or at least the fall of his ego.

Lori:  And his penis.

Talia: (hearty laughter) Not only is that funny, but it's literally true.  I think we're going to get along great, Girlfriend.

Lori: Me too, sweetie.  Me too.

Friday, September 20th --

I'm getting awfully nervous about this whole thing.  But unless I decide to quit and leave town, there's no way around it.  And I can't leave town without explaining things to my father.  There's no way it will work.  I'm stuck. 

I was hoping maybe Talia would chill out as some time went by, but it's clear from today's events that she is not chilling out.  This week it seemed as if she was avoiding me, so finally today when she left the lunchroom to go to the Ladies room I followed her out and tracked her down in the hallway.  It was quiet, as the kids were all at recess.

At first, it looked promising.  "Oh, I've been meaning to talk to you," she began.  "Your chastity belt is scheduled to arrive tomorrow.  But I'm busy this weekend, so we'll have to meet up on Monday."  Her eyes drifted down. "I hope you enjoy your last weekend of freedom."  Then, when she saw my look of despair, "Oh, I'm just kidding.  It's not that bad.  You'll get used to it."

"Yeah um, I wanted to talk to you about that," I said.  I explained to her that this was all a good scare, but we weren't really going to go through with this, were we?

She looked at me like I had just spit in her face.  "Are you serious, James?  Are you for real?"

I said of course I was for real.

Then her face changed.  She looked bored as she folded her arms and read me the riot act.  "This is getting old, James.  Don't you understand what has happened thus far and what is going to happen are both 100% real?  What, you think I was fucking bluffing or something?"

"I was hoping--"

"Look, James, as I said last week, you don't need to wear the belt.  It's no problem.  I'll just tell Karen Johnson what happened and you'll be out a job.  What do I care?  In fact, you know what?  I think I'll just go tell her now."  She began to move around me and head presumably to Karen Johnson's office.

I began to feel angry again, but I kept my composure.  "Wait, wait," I said, putting my hands up.  "There's no need for threats.  It's fine.  I guess I'll see you Monday."

She stopped and glared at me.  "Yes.  Monday at four.  Oh, before I forget, you're going to want to trim your pubes significantly.  I'm talking about the entire region.  Probably wise not to shave, but you should do something about the filthy genital nest I saw the other day.  It's for your own comfort."

"Ok."  I said, turning red.

"I presume you can find my place.  I can't stress this enough-- if you aren't there and fully compliant at 4:00, Karen gets a call.  I have her cell phone number."

I didn't have Karen's cell phone number.  Apparently Talia had a special relationship with her.  Now I have less than 72 hours until I-- I can't even contemplate it.  Maybe I can think of something, anything!

Sunday, September 22nd --

Tomorrow is the day.  And I can't think of anything.  I guess I'll have to just bite the bullet.  Maybe it won't be as bad as I thought.  Meantime, I've already whacked it three times today and I think it's a good day to break my old record.  Oh, and shit, I almost forgot.  I need to go trim my pubes.

Monday, September 23rd --

This isn't easy.  At all.  But I promised myself I would write about exactly what is going on in my life no matter how painful it was.  I never expected this type of pain.  I figured I would write about the fucked up world and how it made me feel.  Never in my wildest imagination did I think I'd be writing about the worst humiliation of my life.  At the hands of some grungy, but admittedly cute 24-year-old BITCH.  Ah, it pains me to even type these words.  And it probably is going to get worse.

This morning, Talia met me outside my classroom at the end of the first period.  "It has arrived," she said, winking at me.  "See you today at four.  Don't be late, young man."

I showed up at her place at 3:58, heart pounding.  I couldn't believe I was going through with this, but what choice did I have?  Topping it off, I couldn't keep my dick down, even with all the jacking off I'd been doing -- four times yesterday and twice more today.  Sometimes I don't know what is going on in my brain. 

Talia wore khaki shorts and a purple tank top.  For the first time I noticed she had a tiny tattoo on her shoulder.  It read, "Truth" Just after the 'h' in truth was a female astrological sign.  Not only that, she wore a small silver nose ring.  These aren't necessarily turn-ons for me, but something about Talia made it okay.  She had such slender limbs and such youthful milky-white skin.  And her body (by 'body,' I mean her hips, ass, legs and pelvis) filled her little shorts so nicely. 

"Right on time," she said.  "I need to prepare a couple of things.  In the meantime, I want you to take all your clothes off.  Everything.  Pants, underpants, shirt and socks included.  Birthday suit."  She pointed to the little step-stool.  "The step-stool is waiting for you."

I did as I was told.  My body was quivering as I stood on the stool and waited for Talia's approach.  She stood in the kitchen with her back to me.  She had removed something from the freezer and was rummaging around, getting things organized.  As I stood there watching her, I again began to feel the anger creep in.  She looked so small and insignificant.  How did I allow this to happen?

Suddenly she was standing in front of me.  "At last, the moment has arrived," she said.  "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to doing this.  Ah, and look, you trimmed your pubes.  Good boy.  The more you listen to me in the coming weeks and months, the easier this will be for you."

"MONTHS?!" I said, unable to believe my ears.

She gave me that increasingly intimidating stare, eyes narrowed, lips pursed.  "Yes.  Months.  Now, the first thing we're going to need to do is get rid of that erection."  She reached down and grabbed a plastic freezer bag filled with ice and water.  Then she brought it up to my groin and pressed it against my dick.  I gasped as the ice cold hit the most sensitive part of my body. 

"Wrap it," she said.  "It should have full coverage around your penis.  Like this--" She grabbed the bag of ice and, with surprising aggression and skill, engulfed my dick.  "There, just like a pig in a blanket," she said with a brief smile.  "Now you take it." 

I held the ice in place.  "Hold it higher," she said.  "I want to examine your balls."

I did as I was told and I gasped as Talia began bouncing my nuts around with her fingers.  "My God," she said, looking up at me with a condescending grin.  "How many times did you jerk off this weekend, James?"

That's when the full awareness of my predicament hit me.  Oh, the humiliation of having this Girl, this little hippie waif, asking me such a personal question...it was staggering!  I reeled in place as my mind searched in futility for an answer that wasn't embarrassing.

"Well?" Talia said, continuing to bounce my balls in her hand.  "I expect an answer."

"Maybe three, or...six times, between yesterday and today." I finally admitted, realizing that I couldn't lie to Talia anymore.  She just would know.  I felt it.

"Maybe three or...six times," she mimicked, chuckling heartily.  "So, in other words, you masturbated six times in two days.  Impressive in a pitiful sort of way."  She sighed.  "To me it sounds as if you might have a problem.  Six times is compulsive territory if you ask me.  Don't you agree?"

"I don't know," I stammered.  My mind was no longer functioning properly.

"Just agree with me," she said.  Then I felt a sharp little pinch in my scrotum.  It seemed to bring me out of my trance.  "James, six whackjobs in two days is a sign that you're a compulsive masturbator.  That is fact.  I hate to break it to you."

I just stood there.  I couldn't bring myself to agree with Talia.  I wouldn't do it.

"Okay," she finally said.  "We'll work on your compliance later.  For the time being, in the interest of expediency, I'm going to drop it."

Talia reached down on the table and opened a small black box.  Inside was the odd-looking clear-plastic contraption I had seen on the Internet.  There was no doubting what it was.  "Have a look.  I'm going to be in the other room for a few minutes.  Give me a holler when you think you're ready."

I stood there, dumbly contemplating my fate.  Stop thinking about it, I said to myself.  Just do it.  Fortunately because I had jacked off so much, it didn't take my hard-on long to subside.

"I think I'm ready, Talia," I shouted.  Just hearing my own voice made me quiver with trepidation.

In walked Talia a moment later.  I swear it looked as if she were suppressing a grin.  She moved very fast.  I think she knew I could get hard in no time. 

"Hold the ice there until I say," she said, removing the chastity belt from the box.  "Okay, James," she said.  "Remove the ice."

I removed the ice and my dick was totally numb and tiny!  It was this saggy little thing, maybe 1.5 or two inches tops.  “It’s not usually that small,” I said pitifully.

“Whatever.  Makes no difference to me,” Talia said evenly. 

With surprising dexterity and efficiency, Talia pushed the belt up to my groin.  She pinched the middle of my shaft with her thumb and forefinger and stuffed it into the sheath.  She spoke as she worked.  "The penis sheath is two and a half inches" -- on the small side, but perfect for you since you're less than 5" when erect and much smaller when soft.  See that?  Plenty of room." 

I don't know if she was chiding me about my size or not.  It was hard to tell since her voice was clinical in nature, and not mocking, but the words hit home.  

"The girth of the belt should be quite comfortable as long as you're able to control your erections.  Unfortunately for you, it takes men a long time to learn that sort of control.  But you'll have to get used to it," she said, feigning sympathy before positioning the base of the chastity belt -- a plastic O-ring -- around the base of my ball sack and snapped it shut.  It felt as if it was firmly in place but not uncomfortable.  A small key was attached to a little padlock up near the base of my dick.  Talia paused for a second before snapping the padlock shut decisively and removing the key without any additional fanfare.

"And that's that," Talia said proudly, folding her arms and admiring her handiwork.   "How does it feel, James?"

"How does it feel?" I could feel my face turning bright red.  "It's terrible!  Why are you such a man-hater?!" my rage bubbled to the surface, but it was accompanied by a helpless feeling.  I think I was on the verge of tears at that point. 

"Calm down," she said, brushing aside my anger like a summer moth.  She plopped down onto the couch and patted the cushion next to her.  "Come sit and let's talk." 

I did as she instructed.  God it felt weird, me sitting there in nothing but my chastity belt, next to this hot young hippie/funk chick in her shorts and tank top. 

"I'm not a man-hater.  I'm far from it."  She put her hand on my knee.  "Look, James, sometimes the toughest lessons in life are the best ones.  In your case, I think it will absolutely be true.  I know at times you're going to hate me, but you will definitely learn to respect me and you might even become grateful for what I have done." 

I was unsure, and I couldn't believe the way she spoke to me.  Not only that, having her hand on my knee caused a stirring in my groin.  I could feel the tightness of the belt.  Fortunately I kept in check, probably because I wasn't feeling too aroused at that time.  "Yeah right," I said.

"So bitter," she said.  "Look, it is what it is.  Your attitude will go a long way in determining how this works out for you.  The belt is going to be a part of your life.  My advice is to find a way to adjust."

I stared off at the mirror across the room and saw Talia's face.  It looked so self-assured.  What a contrast it was to mine.

"So, do you have any questions for me?"

"Yes, when can I get this damn thing off?"

Talia's face changed, from pleasant and happy, to serious.  "One thing you're going to learn very quickly is that you can never ask that question.  That's rule #1.  I will make that decision from now on and it will be based on a number of factors.  That question is a big no-no and it's considered bad behavior.  Since you don't know any better yet, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt this time.  But in the future, asking that question will result in the belt staying on for an extra week.  As it stands now, we will meet weekly, every Monday here at four.  At that point we'll review your behavior for the week and I'll decide whether or not to reward you."

I think my head almost exploded.  But at least I had the presence of mind not to get mad at her.  Instead I put my head in my hands and said, "A week?  Oh God, I can't believe this." 

I felt Talia's hand on my back, patting me consolingly.  All I could think of was the way she now spoke to me, talking about my behavior and lessons and rewards.  I looked up and there was this young fucking Girl, and an odd one at that, who was attempting to rule my world.  My mind searched for a way out.  And it will continue to search.

"What about Lori finding out?  What would I tell her?"

"From what you've told me about your relationship with Lori, this shouldn't be a problem for the time being.  If that changes, we can figure out what to do."

I put my head back in my hands.  As I wallowed in self-pity, I felt Talia speak directly into my ear.  "James, I need to get my workout in.  You're going to have to put your clothes on and get going.  Okay?"

I reluctantly got up and got dressed.  Talia sat on the couch watching me.  I couldn't even look at her, this thing that was tormenting me.  And the worst part was how pleased she seemed with everything.  Yet she managed to keep her emotions in check even though I think deep inside the bitch was bursting with joy.

She walked me to the door.  What happened next was even harder to believe.  My mind still reels from it.  "James, before you go, do you remember what I said about respect?"

"Yeah," I grunted, not remembering.

"What did I say?"

"You said, uh, respect is important."

"No, that's not what I said at all," she said.  She put her hand on my chest and cut in front of me, pointing her finger in my face.  "I said you will learn to respect me."

"We'll see," I said.

She chuckled.  "Yes, we will see.  We’ll see right now.  From now on I want you to call me Miss Yount.  I think it's appropriate given the nature of our relationship.  Whenever I address you and we're not in the presence of others, you need to say it without fail.  Do you understand?"

"Whatever," I said.

"No.  Not whatever.  James, look at me."

I resisted my violent urges and looked up at her.  She pointed her finger at me.  "James, we are scheduled to meet next Monday.  I am one step away from canceling that get-together and rescheduling it for two weeks.  Get the idea?"

I think my mouth was agape, as the seriousness of my situation began to sink in.  Yes...Miss Yount."

She flashed that annoying triumphant smile that I was fast getting used to. "Good.  I’m not going to have any more trouble from you, am I, James?”

"No."

"No what?  And James, look at me when I’m addressing you.  I hate having to repeat myself."

"No, Miss Yount.”

“Good.  That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“No, Miss Yount.”

Her eyes, already locked on mine, seemed to stare even deeper into my soul.  "You know what else isn't going to be so hard for a while, don't you, James?"

At that moment, I literally became light-headed with this feeling of defeat.  Rage coursed through my veins, but I knew I couldn’t do anything about it.  What a helpless feeling.  "Yes, Miss Yount."

Her smile lit up her entire face and made me burn even hotter.  “You can go now, James.  Have a good night."

As I drove home, I took my frustration out on my steering wheel.  My fists paid the price.

END PART TWO

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